Hello guys, and here's a new installment for this story. Sorry for the wait, but I'm on deviantART all the time and practically submitting a lot of artwork.
I've decided to split this day in three parts, so this is the first. I hope it's good enough for you guys!
Enjoy!
Ugh, today's the day of the housewarming party. Just kill me now. I mean sure, it's nice to meet all the other kids in South Park before me and my sisters go to school so we know who these people are, but do we really have to do it so soon? I spent a lot of the morning bitching to Mom about how I didn't want to see Cartman, but she shut me down by telling me that he's always welcome in our house. Obviously I had countered and argued that this was utter bullshit (not using such a word in front of my mother straightforward), but I guess that she didn't want to hear it, cuz I'm now in my bedroom as a punishment for talking back to my mother. What a good start…
I worrying look at my SpongeBob plush toys, focusing my attention to the one with starry eyes, "What'll happen if Cartman eats all the food?" I ask it, given the fact that I have noone else to talk to (correction: I do, but Janet and Anna are both too occupied in their little girl stuff to even understand me).
I doubt that he'll eat everything per say, I imagine the SpongeBob toy with a birthday hat reply, next to Star-Eyes SpongeBob.
"He MAY leave some of the food, let's hope…" I plead silently. Honestly, I won't eat any of the crap my family serves. Not that they're not good cooks (well, Dad is questionable), but I'm just not one to stuff myself like Cartman does. This is, in itself, a lie, as I am a huge chocolate fan, but they're serving stuff that's cooked, so I'll never go near those plates.
I pick up my cell phone and call up one of my old friends. I do owe them a call, given that I promised to keep in touch often. "Hey dude." I begin.
"Hey, Kieran. How's life in your new town?" he asks.
"Oh, it's going great!" I exclaim, "South Park is pretty cool for a quiet little mountain town so far. Sure, I've only been here two days and never actually been out much, but I've made a few nice friends."
"New friends? Already? School is two days away, so how'd you make friends so quickly?"
Oh, he can piss off, "Shut up, dude! Anyway, I met a kid called Butters and then he introduced me to his friends."
"How many he introduce you to?"
"Three and a half." I reply, still contemplating on counting Cartman as a whole.
"Half?" he asks, "Kieran, are you being picky again?"
Don't know where that came from, "Hell no!" I say, "That half is nothing more than a tubby son-of-a-bitch with a weight problem!"
"Wouldn't he count as more than one person then?" he adds as a joke, and a pretty good one at that.
"Haha." I laugh, even though it sounds pretty sarcastic to me, "That's classic, dude."
"Kieran! You've still gotta get ready!" Mom calls from the bottom of the stairs, making me not hear what my friend has to say.
"Sorry," I apologize, "I couldn't catch that cuz my mom was calling me again."
"What for this time?"
"Need to get ready for a housewarming party, so I can make more friends or something."
"Ah," he seemingly sighs, but possibly interested slightly, "Don't let me ruin your fun, then. And make sure no matter how many friends you make, you keep in touch with me, and her too."
"I'll never ignore her, dude. She's the best friend in the world!" I ensure him, but hearing him sigh on the other end indicates that he's peeved with jealousy. "Bye!"
With that I turn off my cell phone and put it in my pocket. I walk over to the closet to try and pick out something nice to wear. I'm not gonna actually bother putting on a suit and tie or anything like that, cuz I'm too lazy and Cartman would be a bastard about it. I guess I'll just throw on a nice Simpsons shirt or something.
I put on a Simpsons shirt with Bart wearing tattoos on it, and this instantly reminds me to make my own shirt using my artwork. I'm meaning to use those deviantART pictures to make something useful, but I've never really had the time, especially since I've moved to South Park. Eh, probably wait til the mail is sorted out first.
"KIERAN!" Mom yells from downstairs, snapping me back into reality, "Come on! Pick your lazy ass up and get ready! God, you haven't even had breakfast yet!"
I know that. I basically woke up and went to use my laptop for like two hours before I went downstairs, using my tablet to do anything else. I never got the chance to have breakfast, but I intend to call it brunch so I don't have to eat anything else til dinner.
After I've had my breakfast (or brunch... whatever), I grab my cell phone from my room and text Kyle.
You comin later? I text.
A few seconds, he responds.
Yp. Stan's also comin, and so are Kenny, Butters and Fatass.
I laugh slightly, before asking where he is.
Me and guys decided to hang out for a while. You wanna join?
I sigh, and let him know I can't, or my mom will just bitch at me. Wish I could though; it would have been fun to insult Cartman.
:-( Seeya later at the party then.
I don't know if it's called a party, as it's just a bunch of adults deserting their kids in one room talking about things that they pretend to give a crap about, like gardening and shopping for groceries or whatever. As long as I get to have fun and hang out with my friends then I guess I don't mind or care what my parents do.
Ooh, I just got a text. It's not Kyle, though. But instead it's from Butters.
Hey Kieran! :-)
I don't recall giving him my number, though. That's the strange part, though. I reply by asking.
Kenny gave it to me. That OK?
I reply saying that it's fine, and that I'll see him later.
Seeya there! And I've got a surprise for ya, too!
He got me a present? My birthday was only less than a month ago, but I haven't told any of the guys my birthday yet, so I doubt it's a birthday present. It could be a housewarming gift like a little figurine or whatever. Oh, he's made me all excited!
Someone is knocking at the door, and I don't think we're expecting anyone to come round this early. I rush downstairs, hoping that Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Butters, or even Fatass has arrived early. I could use some company… other than my family, of course. "Who is it, Mom?" I ask at the bottom of the stairs, focusing my attention on the door.
"It's probably the Tucker family, Kieran. They told me they'd come early." Mom replies. Who are the Tuckers? "But didn't think they meant this early."
"Who are they?" I ask, as the doorbell rings, the Tuckers getting impatient.
"I met them yesterday while you were out." I give her a sceptical look, to which she adds, "I do leave this house, you know!"
"Yeah, yeah…" I wave my hand in her direction, brushing her off and turning my attention back to my phone, which I turn off so I can greet our guests.
When the door is open, I see myself looking at a kid my age wearing the most horrible hat that I've ever seen. I giggle slightly at how silly it looks, and the kid in turn give me the middle finger.
"Hey!" I exclaim, "How dare you!"
"You asked for it." He says in response.
"Kieran, these are the Tuckers, I believe." Mom assures me. Why she needs to is confusing me, but I'm not her, so I can't judge. "And my, what an ill-mannered child!"
"Sorry for our son Craig's attitude," Mrs. Tucker says, "He's always like this."
No shit, woman! "Hmm…" I say looking back at Craig, "Who the hell are you?"
"Can I enter first, shithead?" He replies, with a tone that tells me to punch him. But I don't.
"My name is KIERAN, you asshole!" I retort, but quiet enough for Mom not to hear me, "And you better keep your insults to yourself if you want to stay alive."
Unfortunately, I said that part too loud, "Kieran, sweetie, why don't you go take Craig to your room? And don't make any threats like that again!"
Craig seems to be hiding a grin of satisfaction as I lead him to my bedroom.
"So, uh, Craig…" I begin, not knowing how I could approach him, "What are you into?"
"Not much." He replies, "But as long I'm away from Stan Marsh and his lackeys then I'm game for any shit."
Stan? "Oh! I met Stan the other day!" I inform him.
Craig stops in the middle of the hallway, "You've already become friends with Marsh? Wow. Next you'll tell me that you're friends with Fatass."
"Well I kinda am…"
Craig looks pissed, "You shouldn't be friends with them! They're nothing but trouble!" He pokes my chest twice as he says that, giving me even more discomfort.
I turn on him, "They are nice people, dude! Well, not Cartman but you get the point."
"They once took my money and we ended up in Peru!" he yells, and I guess he's trying to win. He can see I'm being sceptical as he punches my arm slightly. Craig steps back and sighs, "How about you hang out with me and my gang for the day?"
More friends, and as long as I'm not pressured to stay with one of the two groups then I'm happy, "OK." I nod.
I finally get to open up my bedroom door and let Craig enter first, because he's so friendly(!) He takes me up on my offer and steps in quickly before I can stop him or shut him outside.
"You like SpongeBob?" Craig asks me with slight interest, looking at all my SpongeBob merchandise.
"Mm hm." I nod. Like I hate SpongeBob(!)
"Why?"
Oh, he did NOT just ask that question! "Why? Hmm…" I pace across the room, trying to figure out a way to explain my reason, "Well, he's funny, and the show's really good…"
"OK." Is Craig's response. Guess he doesn't care.
I walk over to Craig, "So, uhh…" I pause slightly, unaware of how he may respond to my question, "What do you like to do for fun, Craig?"
Craig stares at me blankly, "Whatever the hell I wanna do."
I smile slightly, as if by natural force, "That's nice."
"Kieran! Someone else is here!" Mom says, conveniently breaking the awkwardness of the current conversation.
I hurry down the stairs in excitement, and Craig follows reluctantly behind me. I see Butters standing in the doorway with his parents. They look like nice people, so maybe they're not as bad as he says they are. I notice that Butters is holding a gift wrapped in SpongeBob wrapping paper. That's so nice of him! I should really get something for him in return.
"Hey, Kieran!" he says cheerfully.
"Hi, Butters!" I wave slightly, feeling that the action is quite unnecessary considering we are inside. I point at the gift, "Whatcha got there?"
"Oh!" Butters hands me the present, "It's for you!"
"Isn't that sweet of your little friend, Kieran?" Mom asks me. Well, duh! Of course it's nice of him, woman! God, point out the obvious…
"If he doesn't like it Butters, you're grounded for a week." Mr. Stotch says to Butters, and a bit louder than he should at that.
Dad coughs in his fist to stop him from saying more, and Mom says, "Don't punish the child, Stephen. Kieran will love the gift, I'm sure."
I open the gift, and it appears to be a set of SpongeBob themed friendship bracelets. There's six of them, to be exact. I love them! I can give them to all my friends!
"Oh, Butters, they're lovely!" I exclaim, and give Butters a one armed hug.
"Aw, you're welcome buddy."
I hold out the Patrick bracelet, "Here. You can have one."
Butters looks at the accessory questionably, "Are you sure, Kieran?"
I look at him calmly and smile in reassurance, "Of course I'm sure, Butters. You are one of my friends, after all."
I turn to Craig, holding the Mr. Krabs bracelet, "Here, you can ha-"
But Craig slaps it out of my hand, "Get that faggy thing out of my sight." He snarls, "You wouldn't catch me in that!"
"You're just a pussy." I smirk as he looks at me angrily.
Mrs. Stotch looks over at my parents, and I watch her every move carefully, "I think our son has had a bad influence over your son." What the hell? No, he really doesn't.
Do I say this to them? Of course not! But before I could react, Mrs. Stotch's skirt appears to be forced into the air, covering her face. Me and Butters laugh to each other while she unsuccessfully attempts to pull her skirt back down.
"Holy crap! Why won't this go down?" she strains.
Mom turns to me with a neutral face, "Kieran, why don't you take Butters and Craig upstairs? We'll send all the other kids to your room when they get here."
"OK" I nod, and then I turn to the guys, "In the meantime, we can play on my PS3!"
Butters smiles happily, "Oh, boy!"
Craig groans, though, "Whatever. Let's go please."
Well, this is basically Craig and Butters making their way into the party, and we've still got Tweek, Token, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Wendy and Bebe to go. They're going to all appear in the second part. The third part will be a continuation with more engagement with the characters.
